(Shan's POV – Thur. 31 July 2014)

"Can... Can you please repeat... Sir?" I ask.

I can't have understood this well. Maybe I forgot to clean my ears this morning? Or maybe my conscience only hears what it wants to hear. Master Mark sighs and repeats what he just said, though.

"What would you say if I proposed you to be my Submissive and sign a contract?"

Holy shit!! So I did hear well!! Fuck! What do I respond to that? I have been hoping for it, but I wasn't expecting it to happen any time soon!

"I know it is too soon, we are just finishing our third session. I'm not requesting a firm answer right away, but I would like you to consider it, Shannon. How about we have dinner together on Saturday evening and discuss this possibility?"

Oh my! I think I'm about to faint... Nah, I can't faint! I'm no diva!

Now, let's go back a few days ago.

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When I leave the club on Saturday after my meeting with the four Doms, I feel surreal. I can't believe it has been so easy and so fast! Part of me thinks I mostly owe it to Master Mark. Something is clearly happening between us, but I don't know what it is. I just can't explain the tension that seizes me when I hear his voice or feel him beside me, much less the weird tingles when he touches me.

On my way back, I call Liam to update him and he can barely believe it, saying I was extremely lucky. He confirms that Master Aaron usually likes the new potential recruits to think things over a bit before they start their training, but he is very happy for me, and mostly relieved because it means that we will soon be able to spend more time together and share plenty of things.

We spend nearly an hour over the phone talking about his life as a Submissive. He tells me how he appreciates not having to take major decisions and letting Joshua in charge of the most important ones. This scares me a bit, but Liam also explains that he is still in control of his life of course. He relies on Joshua's guidance and advice, but he still has a say. In fact, it has helped him to grow more confident and much better at ease in the presence of other people.

He also gives me a few hints on what I should expect from the training and provides me with much advice on how I should behave. He also agrees that I should meet with other Subs, because he believes he's not the best reference. The hour flies by, and Liam has to hang up as he needs to get ready to go to the club.

I don't get to talk to him again before my first training session on Monday as he spends the whole weekend with Joshua, and despite the good luck text he sends me, I am a bit stressed before I head towards the Black Diamond. I spend two hours deciding on what I should wear and finally decide on black boxer briefs, a loose pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt.

Master Mark arrives at 4:55 and smiles when he sees I am already here, tapping my foot impatiently on the floor. I read, filled and signed all the documentation that Master Aaron had given to me, and brought it back to the club on Sunday afternoon as he had requested. Meanwhile, I continued to search the internet on the lifestyle and provided myself with a few boners while watching videos. I am more than ready and very eager to start the training. Master Mark scowls at my bouncing leg, which makes me stop right away.

"Good afternoon Shannon, please follow me," he instructs firmly, so I stand up and walk behind the man, ogling his nice butt.

He leads me to a set of double doors I hadn't noticed before, with a B and an S and the words Black and Satin under the respective letters. The doors lead to another corridor with several doors. Master Mark opens one of them and shows me in. The room is quite big and at first sight, it looks like a bedroom. It actually holds a large bed and various pieces of furniture similar to those I saw on the stages at the Black Diamond. There is also a closed door that leads to an attached bathroom as indicated on the metallic label hanging on it.

"How are you feeling?" he asks.

"Good!" I reply, trying to sound cheerful,but my voice isn't as firm as I wish.

"Be honest, Shannon. Always be honest when I ask you a question. Honesty is one of the most important concepts in a dominant / submissive relationship," he says firmly.

Way to go, Shan...

"I'm a bit nervous actually," I admit after a few seconds.

The light is dim in the room due to the tinted windows and this only raises my nervousness. Master Mark is wearing black jeans and a hugging white tee-shirt that reveals his powerful muscles. I need to focus on something else than his body before I find myself in an embarrassing situation again.

"Relax Shannon. We are mostly going to talk today. This, here, is a private playroom," he says, waving his hand. "All the private rooms are equipped with the basic instruments that a Dom and a Sub need to play. Dominants rent them on a nightly or monthly basis, however, this one is mine." I can't help wondering how many Subs have been lucky enough to play in this room... "From what I gathered, Liam has already told you a lot about what a Dominant / Submissive relationship is and how it works, correct?"

"Yes, Sir..."

"Good, so we'll keep the theory part for later. First, we'll review all the instruments in this room and you can ask me all the questions you want, is this clear?"

"Yes, Sir!"

Walking to stand behind me, he lays his hands on my shoulders and guides me across the room, leading me to a big wooden cross.

"This is called a Saint Andrew's cross. I assume you already know what its purpose is since a similar one was used for the public scene you saw the other night?"

"Yes, the leather cuffs are used to restrain someone," I answer.

"Correct. Some of them are basic crosses, but others, like this one, can be articulated to enjoy different positions," he explains, before he pushes me toward a red leather bench. Or what looks like a bench, except that it has a weird shape. "Here is another instrument to restrain a Submissive. This is called a punishment bench, but it can also be used for pleasure. There are specific spaces for the legs and the arms, as well as several restraints. Everything can be articulated to set the required position."

Master Mark lets me touch the leather and move the various parts of the instrument while he tells me how some Dominants love using them for other purposes than discipline, because they allow a perfect position to fuck, especially when a scene involves more than one Dominant. Fuck! I'm so hard already!!

"Over here," he continues, leading me toward another area of the room and pointing at the ceiling, "there is a grid that we use with different types of instruments. This is a swing, these are karabiners to tie ropes or chains... These are used in bondage scene. Do you know what bondage is?"

"Yes, I've seen pictures," I reply, feeling my face getting hotter and hotter. I could definitely imagine myself replicating one of the pictures I viewed on the internet with him.

"Okay, that's for much later anyway. Bondage requires a lot of practice and a bit of experience in BDSM," he whispers, softly tapping my shoulders.

He must have bent over considering he is much taller than I am, and I can feel his breath in my ear, which sends tingles down my spine. I am tempted to turn my head and taste his lips, but that would probably be inappropriate. He then pushes me toward a nice wooden closet and as he opens the doors, the piece of furniture reveals several shelves of smaller instruments and toys. Needless to say that my face flushes from pink to red right away at the sight of all the kinky items.

"Don't blush," he encourages with a smile as he moves to my side. "I am pretty sure you already know what most of these are for," he chuckles and I nod in answer. "Good, then show me the ones you know and tell me what they are used for."

Holy Fuck!!! This is the most embarrassing discussion I have ever had, I think, and believe me I'm far from being a prude! We go through all the instruments in the closet and he explains me the use of them when I don't know.

We spend the next thirty minutes talking about wrist and ankle restraints, spreader bars, ball-gags, plugs and dildos, whips, paddles, crops, cock rings, clamps and so much more. Some of them really attract me, like the plugs, and even the floggers. Others a bit less, like the cane and what he calls a chastity cage.

"Alright, now that we have gone through all this, and we still have a bit of time, we can talk a little more. Take a seat on the bed," he orders. "How are you feeling?"

"Good! I mean, I'm relaxed despite all this talk about toys..." I say, keeping my eyes lowered all the time.

"Shannon, you can look at me" he says.

Huh... nooo! If I look at you, I can't guarantee I'll be able to say anything coherent. I still raise my head though and try my best to focus on my emotions. Hard task when you have such a sexy beast in front of you...

"You don't have to be embarrassed by this kind of things. This is part of the lifestyle, and you will see they are more than enjoyable; at least most of them."

"So, it means some of them are not?"

"It depends on how they are used and their purpose," he explains. "The chastity cage is obviously an item used to punish, so it's not really enjoyable, except for masochistic Subs. Another example, the flogger. As I told you, this can be extremely pleasurable when it's used to deliver very light stings, but it can be more painful when used as a punishing instrument." God help me! I need to keep that member of mine down. "But don't worry, as part of your training, I would only use it very lightly, just to show you the sensation it can provide. You will learn more with other Dominants when you become a member of the club."

O' Disappointment!!! Please feel free to use some of them!!!

"How do we choose a Dominant? Or is the Dominant who chooses his Sub?" I ask.

"Most of the time, it works like in a normal relationship I would say, but it depends on people. It depends on what both parties expect from each other. Even if there is no real love, there has to be a certain chemistry between the two. Dominants often take the first step, but Subs sometimes propose their services. It also depends on if you would like to try the lifestyle with one-night stands for a while, or if you'd prefer to sign a contract with one Dominant already. In the second case, know that the terms of the contract vary in function of needs and expectations of both parties. These contracts are just moral and can be terminated at any time. They are simply a frame to the relationship."

"I think I'd rather try and stay with the same Dominant for a while... Can it move to something more than the basic dominant / submissive relationship?"

"It sometimes happens, I guess Joshua and Liam are an example," he replies thoughtfully.

Our time is up by then and he leads me back to the exit of the club, wishing me a nice evening. That night is the first night I dream of being tied to a cross and I wake up with a painful morning wood on the Tuesday.

The next session is definitely not the same. Master Mark is already there when I arrive and comes to meet me at the entrance. We go to the same private room while he tells me we are going to work on positions, but the atmosphere is different. He closes the door and I go to stand in the middle of the room, not sure about what I should do. He leans back against the wall in front of me and looks at me with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Stand straight and keep your arms along your body" he instructs, to which I obey, keeping my head lowered. "Hold the position." A minute passes without further instructions, so I begin to lift my head to see what he is doing. "Keep your head down, I didn't allow you to raise your head and look at me. As you will see, some Dominants are very strict regarding their Submissive's postures and behavior. Subs are not to look into a Dom's eyes unless they are offered to. Understood?"

"Yes Sir," I murmur.

"I will teach you some of the basic positions you will need to know and adopt either at the club, a Dom's house, or in a playroom. The most common ones are called attention and display, and for these, you can be either standing or kneeling. Let's start with standing. For the first one, you will be standing with your arms along your body and your feet almost touching each other. In display, your feet should be shoulders width apart, and your hands laced at the small of your back. In either case, keep your back straight and your head lowered. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Alright, then stand at attention please."

For the next twenty minutes, Master Mark makes me shift from the attention position to the display one, making me hold them for a few minutes each time. Then he tells me about the kneeling postures. These are basically the same, except that I am on my knees. At attention, my legs are supposed to be closed together with the palms of my hands laying on my thighs, and at display, I have to spread my legs open and lace my hands behind my back. We practice these as well for another moment.

"You will need to learn to shift from standing to kneeling as well, in a graceful way. These positions are important, Shannon. They not only mark a form of respect toward your Dominant, but they also make you feel controlled and owned. When you speak with other Subs, they will explain this to you. Now take your shoes off and return to stand at attention in the middle of the room."

I quickly obey, getting rid of my shoes in a corner before I return to the center and adopt the position, waiting for the next command.

"Kneel!" Master Mark orders after a long minute of silence.

I try to drop to my knees, folding both of them at the same time, but I lose my balance and end up on all fours. Yeah try it yourself, you'll see it's not that easy! Master Mark hurries to my side as I am apologizing profusely for my clumsiness.

"Shhh, it's okay, stand up, Shannon."

Once back on my feet, he gently pinches my chin between his fingers and raises my head. My heartbeat is getting crazy as my eyes meet his beautiful green orbs. His left hand is resting on my shoulder and the contact is making me warm.

"When you fall to your knees, don't bend your chest over, keep your back straight," he advises, moving to my side.

While he places his left hand at the small of my back, the right one goes to squeeze my right thigh.

"See? You've got some muscles here. Use them to refrain your weight when you kneel. Now spread your feet shoulders width and leave your arms along your body."

His right hand moves to lightly squeeze my bicep while the left one remains at the small of my back.

"Alright. Don't try to fall too fast, let your muscles work. I don't want you to hurt your knees. Use your abs as well as the muscles in your backside, and slowly fold your knees. Keep your back straight all the time."

I do as I am told, with him helping to keep my balance thanks to his hand around my arm, and I manage to drop to my knees without falling. Okay, the move is nothing elegant, but at least I don't land on all fours. We repeat the action about ten times, until he decides I should try without his help. The first time, my move is far from elegant, but I still make it, and he asks me to do it a few more times.

"One more time," he says after several more or less successful attempts.

I let myself fall down and am about to stand up again, but he puts his hand on the top of my head, standing in front of me. Would he let me lift my head, I would have a perfect view of his crotch.

"Rest your butt on your heels now, and stay at attention. Hold the position."

I hear him walk away and shuffle in the closet, but I don't dare looking up. When he comes back to stand in front of me, I can see he is holding some sort of cane, making me tense.

"Don't worry, Shannon. This is not to punish you, but to guide your moves," he reassures me. "Spread your knees a tad bit further," he then says, tapping the insides of my thighs with the tip of the cane.

He walks around me and I suddenly feel the cane run along my spine, causing me to shiver from the tingles.

"Arch your back a bit and relax your shoulders. Kneeling at attention is supposed to be a relaxing posture, so even if it has to be perfect, don't strain your muscles too much because it's one you might be in for long hours at the club."

After another twenty minutes making me shift from one position to another, Master Mark congratulates me on my hard work and dismisses me, advising me to practice a little more at home tonight before our next session tomorrow if I can.

And practice I do! So much so that I earn a nice bruise on my right knee. This is what happens when you want to learn the hard way and don't use a pillow to absorb the fall. Call me stupid, or maybe is it that I am turning into some sort of masochist with spending time in a kinky BDSM club.

I also have a quick conversation with Liam over the phone as he wants to know how my training is going on. He also informs me that he will be home on Thursday evening, which is great news! My best friend is spending most of his time with his boyfriend / Dominant and I don't resent him, but I am getting lonely here at the apartment.

On Thursday afternoon, the third session with Master Mark is quite similar to that of yesterday, except for the slight embarrassment I feel when he asks me to strip. What!? Seriously!?

We arrived at the same time and went straight to his room. Master Mark shut the door and removed his jacket to toss it on the bed. When I saw he was wearing a suit, I wondered if he had attended a business meeting or if he was just ready to go on a date after the training. The last option left me a bit depressed and his voice startled me when he uttered his command.

"Shannon, when you receive an order from a Dominant, do not hesitate, just act! Now strip!" he orders, and I begin to take off my clothes and fold them.

"Com... completely?" I ask since I can't be sure.

He is now searching in the closet and flips around at my question, with raised eyebrows.

"No! Keep your boxer briefs on... My mistake, I should have been more precise," he apologizes.

I have now stripped down to my briefs. I normally wouldn't mind as I have always been comfortable with my body, but it's a different story when I am standing in a room with the man who has been participating in most of my hot dreams recently. Getting a hard-on while I am only wearing boxer briefs scares me a bit.

I wait for him in the standing position, my arms along my sides and my head lowered. He returns to the bed and drops a few things I can't see. A few seconds later, I see his shiny shoes in front of me.

"What happened to your knee?" he asks, squatting and gently pressing his thumb over my bruised skin.

"I guess I should have used a pillow when I practiced yesterday evening..." I reply with a small voice.

"How painful is it?" he sighs as he stands up, walks to the bed and brings a pillow that he drops on the floor in front of me.

"It's okay, it doesn't really hurt."

"Alright. Show me how much you worked on kneeling down, then."

And I slowly and almost gracefully drop down on my knees. It's much easier than yesterday. Master Mark asks me to do it again, and again, and again...

"Nice" he says after a few more attempts. "Hold the kneeling at attention position."

I sit back down on my heels, open my knees a little further and place my hands on my thighs, palms down, as he taught me yesterday. He is now standing on my right side and I am waiting for further instructions. He taps the small of my back with his cane and I arch a little more. After what seems a long time, he speaks again.

"Good boy..." he purrs.

The praise totally warms my heart, in a way nothing ever did before. I can't explain the gratifying feeling these words produce in my body, but what I physically feel is a little twitch where my legs meet.

"You're doing good with the positions Shannon, you just need to practice a little more. I will slowly introduce you to some of the accessories, and basic bondage as well."

Hmm... Is he talking about those plugs I saw in the wooden chest?

"We will start with simple leather cuffs. Stand up," he orders, so I rise to my feet. He is standing in front of me with some sort of shackles in his hands. "These are fleece-lined leather cuffs and very comfortable to wear. I will first tie your hands at the front. Show me your wrists."

He wraps the first cuff around my left wrist and locks it with the buckle, then does the same with my right wrist before he uses a little snap link between the rings of each cuff. I can't form words around what I feel as he ties me, but I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to hide the traitorous bulge in my boxer briefs for long.

He asks me to kneel a few times, and I quickly manage to do it all by myself despite my restrained hands. After the tenth time, he catches my hands and unsnaps the link.

"Now, I am going to tie your hands behind your back."

And that, he does, standing close behind me and laying his hands on my shoulders, brushing his fingers against my warm skin.

"Are you alright?" he asks in a deep voice.

All I can do is nod in answer. The proximity of his body is making me weak in the knees and I can't help the tension in my briefs. He moves to my side and I can feel his eyes all over me as he keeps one hand on my right arm.

"Take it slow, and kneel."

He makes me repeat the action several times, until I manage to do it on my own, without his hand stabilizing me. I was expecting the next order to stand up but he pats my head.

"Kneel at display."

I lower my bottom on my heels once again, spread my legs and arch my back. I am grateful to myself for having put on black underwear today, at least he shouldn't be able to notice the stain of precum on the dark fabric.

He takes a few steps back and I am pretty sure he is scrutinizing me. I am definitely hard by now and wonder if he has noticed. I am about to ask him if he likes what he sees when he takes a few steps forward and lifts my chin to look into his smoldering eyes.

"You are doing good, Shannon, and you look delightful in this position," he says with a mischievous smile.

I murmur a thank you and he tells me to stand up. He removes the cuffs and puts them back in their place. I think our time is up now.

"What would you say if I proposed you a contract as my Submissive?" he says as he brings me my clothes.

"Can... Can you please repeat... Sir?" I ask.

I can't have understood this well. Maybe I forgot to clean my ears this morning? Or maybe my conscience only hears what it wants to hear. Master Mark sighs and repeats what he just said though.

"What would you say if I proposed you to be my Submissive and sign a contract?"

Holy shit!! So I did hear well!! Fuck! What do I respond to that? I have been hoping for it, but I wasn't expecting it to happen any time soon!

I put my jeans and tee-shirt back on, without looking into his eyes. I don't know what to answer. I can't ignore I am undeniably attracted to the man but I wasn't expecting such a proposition so soon. After all, I don't know him, and he doesn't know me either. He seems to be a fine man, pretty well-off; he is more than good-looking, but am I ready for that? I have never been in a long-term relationship before. What if it doesn't work?

"I know it is too soon, we are just finishing our third session. I'm not requesting a firm answer right away, but I would like you to consider it, Shannon. How about we have dinner together on Saturday evening and discuss this possibility?"

Oh my! I think I'm about to faint... Nah, I can't faint! I'm no diva!

"I understand we don't really know each other, which is why I am inviting you for dinner on Saturday," he continues after a long minute of silence. "Not as a Submissive, by the way. I want to give us the opportunity to talk and learn about each other. Are you free on Saturday evening?"

"I... I think... it would be a good idea... I mean... the dinner," I stutter.

As a matter of fact, he is right when he says we need to learn about each other.

"Yes, I'm free on Saturday evening. Where shall I meet you?"

"I'll come and pick you up. Let's say... 7:00 pm?"

"Yes, it works," I reply hesitantly before I add: "Do you mind if I... discuss this with Liam?" I ask.

I would really like to consult my friend's opinion on this. Liam has always been a great adviser for me, and I am sure he will excel here again considering how much he knows on the subject.

"No, of course I don't mind. Talk to Liam, I know he will give you the best advice."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I will get your address from either Josh or Aaron, and will pick you up on Saturday at 7:00 pm then," he concludes.

"Alright, thank you! When is our next session going to be?"

"I need to check my calendar for next week, but I will find some time, don't worry. We will schedule appointments on Saturday, alright?"

"Sure!"

Once I am done lacing my Converse shoes, we head back out of the club and part ways. I stop at the grocery store before going back home and start cooking dinner for me and Liam. My friend arrives at home at 8:00 pm. Apparently, the day has been long and he looks tired. We spend the whole evening talking about the training and submission in general. After a moment of silence, I decide to finally tell him about Master Mark's proposition.

"He what?"

"He proposed me a contract. He said it doesn't have to be now, that I can take my time to think it over. He has also invited me for a dinner out on Saturday."

"Woooow... That's great!!!" Liam cheers, suddenly more than awake although he was drooping a few minutes ago. "You and Master Mark, wow, I can't believe it!"

"Hey!! Hold your breath, I haven't agreed yet!"

"I know you will!"

"I don't know, Liam... I mean, I just started the training, and even though he said I was doing good, that doesn't mean I am really good. What if I fuck up?"

"Fuck up the relationship or fuck up as in fuck up?"

"Both..."

"If you fuck up the relationship, you can find another Dom. If you just fuck up, then you'll get a punishment," he says with a wide grin.

"Damn, you talk about it as if you like it..."

"Well..." he blushes. "Once in a while, it's nice to provoke them and get a rougher spanking..."

"Holy shit!!! Who are you? What have you done with my friend Liam??" I exclaim, which makes him laugh but he quickly recovers his seriousness.

"Shan, if you like the man, if you feel at ease around him, give him a chance. Accept the dinner on Saturday, talk to him. If you still feel comfortable with him after that, let him show you the contract and discuss it openly with him. Mark is a great guy, he will help you a lot, and he would never go over your limits."

"Do you know... if he has had a lot of Submissives before? I guess he doesn't have one at the moment, otherwise he wouldn't offer me a contract, right? What does he like?"

"This is not my role to tell you Shan, you need to find out by yourself. Talk to him."

"Okay, I will," I reply with a sigh. I would have liked to know a bit more about the Dominant though. I glance at Liam and see that he is biting one of his nails. "Something wrong?"

"No, not really," he says after a minute of hesitation. "It's just... there's something else we need to discuss," he says, as if he were about to confess he killed a cat.

"Go ahead..." I encourage him.

"Well... Josh... He has offered me to move in with him. To be honest, he has been talking about it for quite a few months now, but..." Liam begins to explain but I cut him.

"A few months? Why haven't you accepted yet? Are you not sure about him? Are you scared to move in with him? You already spend most of the nights at his house!" I exclaim, worried for my friend, but at the same time confused that he hasn't accepted yet.

"No, that's not it! I'd really like to move in with him, but... what about you?" he asks with a apologetic expression.

Fuck!! I realize that my best friend has been holding off to move in with his man because of me! Because he has been wondering what will become of me if he leaves me on my own to pay for the rent. Because I can't keep a job for more than a few weeks and can't sustain for all my needs. I suddenly feel very guilty. What an asshole I am!

"Shan, you can keep the apartment and I will continue to pay my share of the rent..."

"Damn, no! I'm sorry Li... I never realized I was holding you from living your own life... I'm so sorry!" I apologize with sincerity.

"This is not what I meant, Shan!!!" Liam squeaks.

"I know, I know, but that's the truth all the same... and I'm sincerely sorry! You go ahead and move in with Joshua. Shit! It's really time I grow up and find myself a stable job. I can still find a smaller apartment if I can't afford this one, this is not a problem."

"I told you I would continue to p..."

"No," I interrupt him. "I'll find a solution..."

"Shan...." he sighs. "Until you find a solution and a decent job, I want you to stay here; even if it takes a few more months. I really don't mind."

"Okay..." I finally agree. "I know you haven't been here much recently, but this is going to be weird without you," I then add with a sigh.

I don't mean to make him feel guilty, but this is the reality.

"I won't be that far... I'll still come to visit you and you will come to visit me as well... And we'll also meet at the club," he grins.

"True... Talking about the club, have you ever..." I ask, hesitating to complete my question.

"Ever what?"

"Have you ever done one of these... scenes... in public?" Any tomato would have died of jealousy - if a tomato could die - at the deep red of Liam's face. Oh my goodness!! He did it!!! "Ok, I have my answer..."

"Josh and I do it once in a while. We actually have one planned on Saturday evening..." he breathes out.

"Really? Jeeez!! I wouldn't have imagined you... Oh Gosh... Won't it bother you in the future when... when I'm here?" I ask.

I personally wouldn't mind, but Liam has always been so modest. Not that much in front of me, but sex is something different!

"Doesn't matter..." he says, shrugging his shoulders. "I've gotten used to sex in public... I mean, at the club. And when it's on stage, once you begin to play, you just get so deep into it that all the rest disappears... You will eventually do it too..."

"Oh Gosh!!"

"You'll see... you'll get to like it," he says, yawning.

"Yeah, yeah... Let's go to sleep... It's getting late..."

"Yep... So you're going to this dinner with Mark on Saturday?"

"Yes, I think I will..."

"Good. I probably won't see you till then, so... enjoy! And be on your best behavior for once. And call me on Sunday to let me know how it was. We'll be in LA with my parents for the rest of the weekend but try to at least to text me?"

"I will! Good night, Bunny!" I say as we hug and head toward our respective bedrooms.

"Good night, Chipmunk!"

I shut my door and lay on my bed, thinking about all that has happened this week. I really like the training with Mark. I like when he gives me orders, even the simplest ones like kneel or stand. I like his deep voice when he praises me. When I hear it, I feel like I could do anything he asks me to. This is a weird feeling I am not used to. As my eyes close and I drift to sleep, I think that I would really like to find out more about this contract he mentioned.

Published on 3 May 2016

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